Single Dog Ending System

The bright moon hangs in the sky, and the moon looks brighter and clearer from Qingyun Peak, as if it is within reach.

Lang Qianxing found the room that Bo Yi had cleaned up for him from the corridor, opened the door and entered.

It is clean and spacious, desks, chairs, beds, and even the decorations in the room are completely different from the rooms in the Tianji Department where several people sleep in one room.

But he didn't look much, he closed the door and sat on the couch, staring at the suit of clothes folded squarely on the quilt, silent.

One afternoon, Yun Jue asked him to cook a meal and wash the dishes countless times, and did not let him come back to rest until just now.

He couldn't see Yun Jue clearly, and he didn't know why Yun Jue didn't stay in his Qingyun Peak like in the last life, but Ming Zhong would accept him as his disciple when he came.

He originally planned to be accepted as an apprentice by Yunhua like in his previous life, and wait for Yunhua to deliver the Skyspar to him again.The magic energy covered by the sky crystal seems to be thin, but it is very pure. It is difficult to obtain the spiritual power in it, but it is very simple for Lang Qianxing to use its magic energy to cultivate.

But everything was disrupted by Yun Jue.

Hundreds of years of intentions were thrown on the ground and trampled on, but what was exchanged for full of love was a tease.

Lang Qianxing will never forget all kinds of things in the past life.Since God gave him a chance to live a new life, he will definitely return double the pain that was imposed on him in the previous life.

As for this inexplicable Yun Jue...

Lang Qianxing picked up the soft and finely crafted cirrus belt, and suddenly recalled the cold man who quietly read books under the peach blossom tree during the day.

The light blue robe set off that handsome face even more unearthly. It is clear and clean, like a clear spring flowing quietly through a mountain stream. clear.

People can't help but want to defile Qing from the deepest and darkest part of the heart.

Lang Qianxing lay down on the bed with his arms under his pillow, the set of personal disciple uniforms that were regarded as treasures by the disciples of Tianyun Sect under his body, and the belt was casually placed on his eyes, covering the room The candlelight in the room also exposed the malicious smile on his lips more clearly.

[Ding, favorability +10, current favorability -50. ]

System: "Hey, he added it back to you again! You tossed him so much this afternoon, but he didn't go down again but got back up instead?"

Qin Lang took off the hair crown and jade hairpin, and the blue hair poured down like a waterfall, from the snow in winter to the wind in spring, such a difference in temperament, Qin Lang himself was surprised.

He looked at himself in the mirror, with soft hair hanging on his shoulders, making his eyebrows and eyes quiet and gentle.

Extreme beauty!It is indeed the perfect potion for upgrading from C-level to A-level, this must be given full marks!

Qin Lang is very satisfied with himself: "I am so good-looking, his conscience will be disturbed if I don't add points to my appearance. And my tossing is considered tossing? I didn't let him cut firewood, fetch water, wash clothes and clean the toilet. Compared with his previous life, going to Yunhua There, it will be many times better to be teased by Yunhua's apprentices on the first night, to be dismounted?"

System: "It seems to be..."

Qin Lang lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and there was a smile on his lips, "My husband may have found the best way to take revenge on Yunhua."

The corner of the system's mouth twitches, are you looking forward to your husband cheating on you and showing off to Yunhua?

Qin Lang was still sitting under the tree. Today he was wearing a black ink robe. His indifferent temperament should have been more indifferent than usual, but the hair that was loosely tied with a white headband was not It made him look lazy and casual.

This directly stunned Lang Qianxing who came with the food.

"What are you doing standing there?" Qin Lang put the book in his hand on the stone table, feeling a little bored between his brows, or he had read that book too many times and found it boring.

Lang Qianxing didn't know what was going on in his mind, so he said abruptly: "Master, it's better to wear light-colored clothes..." Inexplicably, he didn't want Qin Lang to be seen by others.

As soon as the words were spoken, he felt that he had made a slip of the tongue and lowered his head. However, he kept staring at Qin Lang's expression from the corner of his eye. He saw a trace of anger. On such a face, such an expression made him feel a certain emotion More and more ready to move.

Qin Lang got up, walked in front of Lang Qianxing, glanced at the light dishes he was carrying, shook his head, and said disappointedly: "After so many days at Qingyun Peak, I still haven't made any progress."

Lang Qianxing pursed his lips, raised his lowered head, and finally asked doubts: "Master, I don't understand."

Qin Lang squinted his eyes and looked at him: "You don't know where your dishes are not so good?"

Lang Qianxing nodded, all he could see with his deep eyes was a simple request for advice.

Qin Lang chuckled and put down a sentence: "Come with me."

Lang Qianxing followed Qin Lang to the kitchen.Lang Qianxing thought that Qin Lang wanted him to do it for him, but Qin Lang asked him to call Uncle Zhong over.

When the three of them returned to the kitchen with some puzzlement, what they saw was Qin Lang rolling up the wide sleeves of his ink robe, kneading glutinous rice dough with hands as flawless as jade. This scene made the three people standing at the door I didn't come back to my senses for a long time.

After Bo Yi finally closed his wide mouth, he stammered: "Master...you want to eat glutinous rice balls, disciple can..."

Qin Lang ignored him, and only slowly added warm water into the dough, then kneaded it again until the dough became soft and not sticky.

Knead small and round balls, put the balls into the water when the water boils.The ink-colored robe, hands covered in white powder, long hair draped quietly behind him, and the way he lowered his head quietly waiting for the meatballs to surface, seemed to be really just a gentle elder who was making soup for the children at home. So reassuring and satisfying.

When Lang Qianxing came to his senses, there were already three bowls of crystal clear glutinous rice balls on the clean wooden table.It seems that there is no difference from what they make, because the soup is not completely clear because of the glutinous rice flour, and the meatballs sinking at the bottom of the bowl are the simplest and most common appearance.

"Taste and see." Qin Lang straightened his clothes, and there was no white powder on the pure ink clothes.

Bo Yizhong's hands trembled a little when he picked up the bowl. They were able to eat the meatballs made by Daoist Yunjue of Tianyunzong himself, and wanted to cry QAQ.I just want to ask the other three peaks' personal heirs, do you dare to say that you have eaten the food cooked by your master?But we dare!I can't die of jealousy!

Lang Qianxing looked at the plain bowl of meatballs, took a spoon and took one into his mouth.Soft and sweet, with pure glutinous rice aroma, just the right amount of sugar, and the clear flow from the tongue to the heart, comfortable and comfortable.At that moment, he understood why Qin Lang said that the food he cooked was unpalatable.

Because he is full of revenge and resentment.

Qin Lang glanced at him lightly, and ordered: "Clean the bowl after eating."

The same request as usual, but the check of "bring it to me again" is missing.

Lang Qianxing replied yes, and watched Qin Lang leave the kitchen with his uncle suspiciously.

Yun Jue had already seen it?Did he just find out that there was resentment in his heart, or did he already find out...he came back to the present from hundreds of years later?

Lang Qianxing couldn't help tightening his fingers holding the small spoon.

"Wow! Brother, it's delicious..."

"Yeah." Zhong Yi picked up the remaining two in the bowl and gave them to Bo Yi, "Obviously I didn't see Master use any magic power, but he was able to get the effect of the Purifying Mantra. Master's mood is really high... Qian Xing, What are you in a daze for?"

Lang Qianxing smiled, stirring the balls in the bowl: "It's just that I didn't expect that Master seems to be a little different from the rumors..."

There is no bright moon on Qingyun Peak tonight, but only a few scattered stars, which makes the figures walking in the corridor look a bit unsightly.

Lang Qianxing walked through the corridor and the courtyard, came to the door of Yunjue's room, and knocked on the door: "Master, disciple Lang Qianxing asks to see you."

There is still light in the room, which shows that it is still early and the people inside have not yet rested.

"Come in." Although the voice of the person inside was soft, it was enough for Lang Qianxing outside to hear clearly.

This was the first time Lang Qianxing came to Qin Lang's room. He took a rough look at the whole room, but he didn't dare to take a closer look, so he saluted Qin Lang who was standing in front of the desk and painting.

"Let's talk." Qin Lang held the pen, dipped in the ink, and added a few strokes here and there on the paper. It seemed that the painting was almost done.

Lang Qianxing guessed that it should be a landscape painting.

"The disciple wants to ask the master why he accepts the disciple as a disciple." Lang Qianxing looked at the hair hanging on the desk from the back of the shoulder to the front of the shoulder because of Qin Lang's movement, and restrained himself from wanting to grab the hair The urge to kiss in the hands.

Hearing Lang Qianxing's words, Qin Lang paused slightly, "Save you."

"Save me?" The corners of Lang Qianxing's mouth curled up slightly in a sarcastic smile.

Qin Lang finally drew a few more strokes, then put the brush down, looked up into Lang Qianxing's eyes: "That's right, I'll save you."

Lang Qianxing simply stopped pretending to be a humble and good apprentice, and let Nama smile on his lips, "Then how does Master plan to save me?"

"Eliminate the resentment in your heart." Qin Lang looked at him quietly, not showing the slightest anger at his change of attitude.

Lang Qianxing snorted indifferently, with a slight disdain, "Just use a bowl of glutinous rice balls, or trap me in Qingyun Peak?"

Qin Lang didn't answer him immediately, but flicked his sleeves and handed the painting he just made: "This painting is for you."

Lang Qianxing looked down and was so shocked that he said something right.

This is not a landscape painting, the painting is divided into top and bottom.

Below, there is a dark and oppressive dungeon, a person is locked by heavy iron chains, and that person is him.

This is the scene where he blew himself up. His eyes were bloodshot, and there was despair and sadness inside, but more of the hatred that couldn't be contained.

As the self-exploding and overflowing black and devilish energy overflowed from the dungeon to the ground, the disciples of the Tianyun Sect in white clothes were like him, full of resentment, holding their swords and slashing at their fellow disciples brutally.

A bloody and suffocating painting, but this person painted it so peacefully.

"You..." Lang Qianxing pinched the thin paper and looked at Qin Lang in astonishment.He wanted to ask Qin Lang if he was also a reborn person, but after thinking about it, he felt that he was not. If it was true, he had already been identified as a traitor of the Tianyun Sect and a member of the Demon Race. If this situation was to be avoided, he would It is enough to kill him in advance, so why bother to bring him to Qingyun Peak.

"It's just a dream." Qin Lang simply explained in three words.

Dreams, for Qin Lang in the stage of transforming gods, are also equivalent to a kind of prophecy.

In the painting, although he is full of demonic energy, it seems that he has become possessed for some reason, so he said that he wanted to save him.

To save him is also to save the disciples of the Tianyun Sect who were affected by his demonic energy, which is easy to understand.But Qin Lang doesn't have to be like this, wouldn't it be enough to drive him out of the sect?Even if he harms others again, it is no longer their business, he can also wear the medal for saving hundreds of disciples of Tianyun Sect.

If there is such compassion and the intention to save him, where is the last life?After all, isn't it for the hypocritical kindness in my heart?

Let me see how much better you are than that hypocrite Yunhua.See when you can endure it before you reveal your true appearance.

The ink on the painting had dried in a short period of time. Lang Qianxing put away the painting. Although his tone was still respectful, the disdain in his eyes was no longer concealed: "Thank you, Master, for the painting."